Oh the irony! I did all my Thanksgiving shopping yesterday with no list and miraculously remembered everything ... except butter. oops. I'll never make it through the day with only half a pound of butter!

Ha! I want to be a member of this family. They look so happy. After I went quietly insane, I imagine it would be so peaceful, even strangly beautiful, to only talk about one thing: putting butter on our turkey.

We did the Alton Brown turkey -- brined overnight, then a quick half hour at 500 degrees with a foil breast shield over the white meat, and down to 350 for 90 - 120 more minutes. Juicy and delish!

I loved seeing this because I was born in 1955 and can remember those sorts of family ads in my wee youth. The daughter was channelling Shirley Temple, the mom Donna Reed. And the dad was just a shill.

Thanksgiving was great, just forgot to put eggs in the dressing, but made up for it with the gravy. The only bad thing about the day was that the Cowboys lost so I ate an extra piece of pumpkin pie to make up for it. Somehow that made it all butter.....

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